If I gave you pretty enough words. Could you paint
a picture of us that works. An emphasis on
function rather than design. Aren't you tired
cause I will carry you, on a broken back And blown
out knees, I have been where you are for a while..
Aren't you tired of being weak? Such rage that you
could scream. All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every
evening that I die. I am exhumed just a little
less human and a lot more bitter and cold. x3
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much more bitter and cold... repeating
After all these images of pain, have cut right
thru you, I will kiss every scar, and weep you are
not alone... Then I'll show you that place in my
chest where my heart still tries to beat. Aren't
you tired of being weak? Such rage that you could
scream. All the stars right out of the sky And
destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening
that I die Live love burn die